The Cultist's words

In the Oblivion, we shall shine,

A flash of light in the darkesk shrine.

Yes the darkness has claspt your heart!

And it leads to words, tart.

And then a feud will arise from this afare,

Your Involution in this, will only bring Despair!

But do not decrease your hope,

Darkness's hood will be looped in rope.

Yes even the Humble,

Will surely, without our help, Fumble.

Oh listen to the significance of my words,

Portaying good times, and as much freedom as birds.

So listen My Love!

You must give us your money,

Or the gods will surely not save you,

its not a lie,

its not any business funny!